"I"m a purty rough customer, but I"ve got a heart like other men, and I"m grateful to you because one of you saved my brother from drowning.
Moxley was awful mad when you gave him the slip, but he didn"t think of going after you at first. Two or three days later he heard accidentally that you fellows was camping some place along the creek--I furget the name of it now--and knowin" from this that you weren"t in any hurry he got into his head to go after you.
"I tried to talk him out of it, but it weren"t any use, so then I let on I was agreed to it, meanin" all the time to stand by you fellows. Well, we traveled down the creek fur a couple of days until a rock knocked the bottom out of our boat and sunk it."
Bug hesitated briefly, and then resumed in a faltering voice: "We picked up another boat that night, and started off again, but I reckon Moxley must have suddenly got suspicious of me, for when morning came he gave me the slip and that was the last I seen of him. Knowin" that he meant mischief, and knowin" that you chaps couldn"t be far away, I follered the creek on down.
"Before daylight this morning I found the boat here. I went up the creek then lookin" fur Moxley, and that"s when I met two of your party and warned them."
"But where have you been all day?" interrupted Ned. "We thought you had gone off in some other direction."
"I"ll tell you where I"ve been," muttered Bug angrily. "I had a streak of hard luck this morning. After I left your fellows I struck over the hill to the nearest farmhouse, thinkin" Moxley might be prowlin" around for something to eat. I reckon he"d been there before me, because the first thing I knew a big ugly farmer and his hired man had me fast. They swore I"d been stealin" chickens an" corn, and wouldn"t let me say a word. They penned me up in an outbuilding, intending to lug me to Carlisle jail in the morning. But I broke out about an hour ago, and came straight down here, and when I seen the boat I knew Moxley must be somewhere around yet."
"That _was_ hard luck," said Ned, smiling at the recollection. "Moxley had a whole bag of chickens, and corn, and fruit in the mill. The farmer thought you were the man that stole it. It was awfully kind of you to go to all this trouble and risk on our account. There are not many men who would have done it."
"You saved my brother"s life," replied Bug doggedly. "It takes a good deal to square a debt of that kind. There"s one thing I"d like to say though. It goes agin the grain to serve an old pal an ill turn--no matter how bad a man he is. I"m willing to get your friends free, an"
save your money, and watches, an" everything else, but I ain"t goin" to be the means of puttin" Moxley in jail--if I can help it. I"m afraid, for one thing, because he"d hunt me down as soon as he got out."
"Well, I"ll leave the whole affair in your hands then," replied Ned. "I was just on my way to the farmhouse when you stopped me. What do you think we had better do? Wait for Moxley to go to sleep again, or try to capture him with this empty gun?"
Before Bug could open his lips to reply a slight noise was heard in the bushes, and three men suddenly appeared on the other side of the boat.
"We have you at last, you scoundrel," cried a harsh voice.
CHAPTER XXV
THE SIEGE BEGINS
The unexpected appearance of the three strangers stupefied Ned, but Bug turned like a flash and started to run. Two of the men instantly overhauled him and threw him roughly to the ground, while a third hastily opened the slide of a dark lantern that was strapped to his waist and cast a flood of light upon the scene.
Ned uttered a gasp of amazement. The man with the lantern was Mose Hocker.
The recognition was mutual.
"You here!" cried Hocker in a pained voice. "I didn"t expect this. Is it possible that you lads came down to my cabin and stole the gun and the boat? I wouldn"t have believed it of you without the evidence of my own eyes."
"And this here"s the same feller I had locked up in the smoke house,"
exclaimed one of Bug"s captors. "I"ll bet he don"t steal any more chickens for a while."
Ned stood pale and agitated before his accuser--quite at a loss for words to explain.
"I"m sorry for you," resumed Hocker, "but I must do my duty an" hand you over to constable Jeffries. Where are the rest of your party?"
The words came with a rush now as Ned eagerly denied his guilt and explained away the incriminating circ.u.mstances.
Then, while the others cl.u.s.tered about him, he commenced the story at the beginning, and went through with it thread by thread.
His excitement caused him to speak a little inarticulately; and he missed a few details, but by adroit cross questioning his hearers obtained a clear understanding of the whole situation--starting with the rescue of Bug"s brother and ending with the events that had recently transpired at the mill.
Ned was so anxious to procure Bug"s release that he quite forgot his suspicions of a few moments before--namely, that Bug was equally guilty with Moxley of the theft of the boat and the gun.
"Won"t you let him go?" he pleaded. "It"s all a mistake. He had nothing to do with stealing those things from the farmer. He was doing all he could to help us."
But Hocker had formed his own opinion after hearing Ned"s story, and so had constable Jeffries and Mr. Zinn, the farmer.
"I"m mighty glad to know you lads ain"t guilty," said Hocker, "and I ax your pardon for my wrong suspicion. As for this fellow, I ain"t so sure about him. I don"t doubt that he"s really been trying to get you chaps out of a sc.r.a.pe though, and I promise you he"ll get full credit for it.
Meanwhile we"d better make sure of him--just as a matter of form, you know."
He nodded to Jeffries and the latter slipped a pair of bracelets on Bug"s wrists.
Ned was surprised and indignant. He saw no reason for such a step.
"Don"t be worried, lad," remarked Hocker soothingly. "He may be turned loose later on. You see I can"t afford to let the guilty parties escape after the hard chase they"ve given me. Why, Jeffries and I have been scourin" all along the creek in a buggy. We happened to strike Zinn"s farm this evening, and stopped fur information. Zinn told us he had a man locked up in the smoke house, but when we went to look the fellow was gone.
"I suspected it was the party I wanted, an" knowin" that in that case the boat couldn"t be far away, we hurried down to the creek. And it"s well we did for your sake as well as mine. The next thing is to rescue the lads and capture the rascal. We had better be quick or he will take alarm and leave the mill."
"Moxley is the fellow"s name, is it?" said the farmer. "It has a kind of familiar ring to my ears."
"I know the man," spoke up Jeffries. "Dude Moxley he goes by, but that ain"t his real name. He comes from a good family up the valley, and was well educated when a lad. Drink ruined him, and now he"s one of the greatest scamps unhung. I know this other chap, too," added the constable. "His folks are sober, respectable people over at the Gap, but he ain"t much better than Moxley. We"ve met more than once before.
How is it, my man?"
Bug hung his head but said nothing.
The scene was inexpressibly painful to Ned, and he was greatly relieved when the conversation turned on the rescue of his companions. He little dreamed that the most exciting incidents of this already eventful night were yet to come.
"We had better cross to the neck of land in your boat, Hocker,"
suggested Zinn. "The plank over that sluiceway makes a lot of racket, and the scoundrel may hear us and slip away."
This happy idea was carried out. The entire party embarked, and landed a moment later about ten yards below the mill. The rain had ceased some time before, and the moon was now peeping through a rift in the scudding clouds.
As the men crept up the stony slope they saw through the gaping crevices of the mill the yellow gleam from Moxley"s lantern. Suddenly it vanished, and a creaking noise was hear.
"The rascal is escaping. We must run for it," whispered Hocker. He bounded forward with Jeffries at his heels. Zinn fell behind, leaving Bug in charge.
The men swiftly turned the upper corner of the mill just as the door was slammed and bolted in their faces. Hocker began to kick savagely and wrench the handle.
"That won"t do any good," exclaimed Zinn, as he reached the spot. "I made a strong job of that door, and it will take more than a little to break it down. There are plenty of other places that can be forced in."
A brief pause followed, and then a sullen voice issued from behind the door.
"I"ll put a hole through the first man that tries to enter this mill. I mean what I say. Dude Moxley ain"t to be trifled with."
The men hastily withdrew, first taking the precaution to remove the plank that covered the sluiceway.
"The rascal must have seen us coming up the slope in the moonlight,"
muttered Hocker. "I suppose he thought we had the place surrounded and every avenue of escape cut off. He"s a desperate fellow, and may stand a long siege."